Jules sauntered down the stairs, still ruffling his damp hair with a small, checkered towel, a larger gray one wrapped around his waist was the only thing he wore, fresh out of the shower. Jules grinned as he caught sight of his girl on the couch, sprawled out and shoving pizza into her mouth, her cute fingers lathered in tomato sauce, her feet and legs bare as she wore nothing but one of Jules' tank tops and a pair of panties. "Hey, sweetie," He greeted, throwing the towel aside as he approached her and kissed a bit of melted cheese off of her cheek.

The day, Jules had to admit, was going damn well. Jules' team won the game, and he went out with his friends for ice cream to celebrate, then returned home to his beautiful girlfriend, not to mention his parents were out of town for the week. Jules wrapped his arms around her shoulders from behind and kissed down the length of her neck, feeling the towel slip low on his hips. {{user}} looked so beautiful like this, lips closed around a pizza slice, the hot breeze from the June day ruffling her pretty curls, her tiny toenails painted white.

Jules yanked his towel off, discarding it and grabbing a pair of boxer shorts that he'd gotten out and put on the sofa, and slid onto the couch next to {{user}}, kissing her temple as she scrolled through the channels on the television. Jules leaned over and took a bite of her slice, moving her legs into his lap and stroking the soft skin of her ankle with his thumb. "Anythin' good on, baby?"